A Second Chance at love The Rocker Girls Series (10 page)

South sat in the chair in front of the
TV, wondering if he should take Addison to his bed to rest or just
leave her on the couch. But the couch was old and funky. He didn’t
want her to sleep shitty and then go to work all jacked up. He had
no idea what it would be like to work a twenty-hour shift, and he
didn’t want to know. So he put his bottle in the sink and picked
her up, went to his bedroom, pulled the covers back and laid her on
his bed.

He pulled the covers over her and she
made herself comfortable without so much as opening an eye. He
pulled off his clothing, just keeping on his boxers, and crawled
into his bed but let the sheet keep them separated.

He lay there for a minute watching her
sleep, thinking he was one lucky bastard to have her sleeping in
his bed, kissed her forehead and turned out the lights.

***

Addison woke to a dark room. Her head
was throbbing and the more she sat up the worse it got. She thought
she was way more drunk than she gave herself credit for this
evening. When she finally managed to sit up, she got out of bed and
stumbled her way to the restroom. Her head was so hazy as she
opened the door and made it out into the hall. If she didn’t have
to pee so bad she would just lay herself back down.

The whole house was dark, pitch dark,
making her think Tia went home with that Andy, because the place
was usually lit like a damn Christmas tree. But at this moment she
was very thankful for all the lights being off.

She felt the wall as she groggily
walked so she wouldn’t fall over. A broken nose at work would be a
great thing to explain to Frank when she showed up tomorrow. When
she felt the handle under her fingertips, she was dreading turning
on the bathroom light. But as she made her way in she noticed there
was some moonlight coming through the window, so she didn’t have
to.

Once she was done, she opened the door
back to the hall, and all she could think about was getting
comfortable in bed again. And why the hell she was still in her
clothing she just couldn’t imagine. All she knew was, she had to
sleep off this buzz or it was going to make for a long-ass day
tomorrow.

She stumbled out the door, headed
directly across the hall and opened her bedroom door. She threw off
her top, peeled off her skirt, then stripped off her bra. She
walked next to her bed and fell into it, and right before she
passed out she pulled out that annoying rubber band to let her hair
free.

***

It was bad enough having to hear Rex
fucking some high-pitched screamer this late, but the couch was
just too damn small. All Win wanted to do was go to bed, and at
this point he just needed to get the hell out of there.

When he got to his apartment, he opened
the door and turned on a light to see Addison wasn’t on the couch
anymore. He took a deep breath, knowing there was nothing he could
do at this minute about her being in bed with South. But he and
South were going to sit and have a talk tomorrow, and that might
include some fist talk as well.

He made his way to his bedroom, taking
one more look at South’s door, and shook his head. He knew he
wouldn’t handle seeing her in bed with him, so he opened his door
and turned on the light, just wanting to sleep off the rest of the
damn night, when his gaze fell to a naked woman lying on his
bed.

“
What the fu…?” He looked
back at the door and then at her. That’s when it hit him: it was
Addison. She was in
his
bed?

Her hair was draped across his pillow
and he could see her whole back was tattooed with angel wings. In
the middle of her back the wings looked like they broke free from
her skin, and feathers wrapped around her shoulder blades; a couple
of feathers made it to her arm, then ran all the way down, hugging
her sides and back. The feathers came to an end curling halfway
down her ass. He chuckled; he knew she was his angel.

Then he noticed on her left ass cheek
she had red puckered lips, and he held in his chuckle as he thought
of her telling everyone to kiss her ass. Damn, this woman was
amazing.

She mumbled in her sleep. “Lights,” she
said in a low, sleepy rusty voice. His hands went to his hair, as
his dick was already so hard it fucking ached. How the hell was he
going to get any sleep lying next to that fantasy?

He switched off the lights, hoping that
not seeing her would help his worked-up erection. Shit! He was so
tired he had to get to bed, and he wasn’t sleeping on their couch!
Slipping off his shirt, then his pants, he was going to lie down,
but stopped and went to his drawers to get a pair of
sweats.

“
Addison, scoot over,” he
whispered.

She lifted her head and he could see
the outline of her tits even in the dark. She picked herself up,
going to the other pillow, and he lay on the covers next to her.
There was no sense in tempting fate if he crawled under the sheets
with her. So he stretched out on his back and put his arms behind
his head, trying to get comfortable and forget the warm little body
lying next to him.

His eyes had started to close when an
arm went over his chest and that warm little body…it cuddled up
next to him. What he couldn’t see in the dark, he sure as hell
could feel against his body. Those amazing bare tits pressed up
against his bare chest. He could feel her hardened nipples on his
skin and he groaned. Her hand grazed across his chest, then slipped
to his lower stomach as she caressed him. She kicked off the
covers, draping her leg over his thigh.

He was torn between getting himself the
hell away from her before he did something stupid, and sucking it
up and taking the blue balls just so he could have her this way
tonight. Her head cuddled into his chest and she kissed his skin,
making him shudder. Fuck, she was a temptress! Her hand skimmed the
lining of the sheets. “You came home early tonight,” she mumbled
sleepily.

He knew she had to be dreaming by the
way she asked the question, but dreaming or not, he couldn’t help
himself. “I’ll always come home to you, angel,” his voice rumbled.
Her head came up for a kiss, and he groaned softly before he
reached down, meeting her lips.

She opened his mouth and he could tell
where this was going to lead, and it was hard to stop and not give
her what she was asking for. But when he made love to her for the
first time, she was going to know it was him and not some drunken
dream of only God knows who. “I’m tired, baby. Let’s just get some
sleep tonight,” he whispered, kissing her softly one last
time.

She hugged him close to her. “Party
pooper,” she whispered, and he chuckled. After a minute he could
feel the soft breath against his skin, and knew she had finally
fallen back asleep. But falling asleep like he was hoping to do
now, that wasn’t going to come as easily for him.

Chapter 7

Addison felt warmth under her hands and
her mind was remembering Jimmy when he was younger and so in love
with her. The things that man would do to her body were amazing!
This dream felt so real as she felt the soft skin under her hand.
Damn, she was turned on!

She heard someone calling her name, and
that confused her. This was a dream? “What the fuck!” someone
shouted. Man, someone was pissed. Was she on the tour bus? “Just
give me ten minutes with him, Nickels,” she rasped out.

Why did he always have to interrupt her
and Jimmy? Could she not get to spend time with her husband without
Nickels always coming in and taking him away from her?

“
I’m going to beat the
living fuck out of you!” someone fumed.

Okay, Nickels was way beyond pissed.
She sighed, then hugged the body closer to her and opened her eyes.
Her hand grazed Jimmy’s hardened erection, and she heard him gasp
and then moan. “Fuck!”

She looked up, pulling herself upright
and blinking her eyes a couple of times to get them to work
properly. But instead of Nickels looking back at her, it was South.
Who looked ready to kill someone! She ran her hands over her face
to make sure she was seeing this right, and yup, it was South. What
was he doing in her apartment?

Her body went still; she took her head
off of the chest she was dreaming was Jimmy’s and turned to look at
the man she was pretty much lying on top of. Win looked down at her
and seemed just about at his breaking point.

She jumped off him quickly and hit her
back against a wall. Both men looked down at her chest so she did
so, only to notice she was naked. Grabbing the pillow next to her
she threw it over her chest. “How—how did I get here?” she asked
nervously.

Slowly she got up off the bed, clinging
against the wall. “I don’t remember coming here last night,” she
told Win, who she happened to have woken up in bed with. He frowned
at her, running his hand through his hair.

“
I brought you in when you
passed out in my car. You were in my bed last night!” South said
angrily. Her eyes flashed over to him.

“
I passed out and you
brought me to your bed?” she started to yell.

South’s angry face drooped. “No, you
were clothed when I took you to bed. I didn’t do anything,” he told
her. She looked around the room, seeing her clothes on Win’s floor.
He was sitting up but didn’t say anything to her, so she picked up
her clothes and ran to the bathroom. Holy shit, she needed to
figure out what happened last night.

There was a light knock on the door.
“Addison, it’s me. Open up,” Win said.

She was fumbling with her bra. “Just go
away, Winston!” she answered, slipping on her shirt.

Looking into the mirror, she saw makeup
all over her face. She quickly splashed some water on it, hoping to
wake up more, then she took one of their towels and wiped off all
her mascara and leftover lipstick.

Her head was throbbing as she opened
the door to talk to Win. But instead of letting her out, he came
into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.

“
What the hell happened?
Did we have sex last night? Because I don’t remember a damn thing,”
she asked, twisting her hands together.

He leaned against the sink, looking
down at her. “No, we didn’t do anything last night. I came into my
room and you were passed out on my bed. I was so tired, so I just
told you to move over. I wore my sweats to bed, angel.” She let go
of the breath that she was holding, fearing for the worst. But he
came up to her, his body touching hers. “Would it be so bad to wake
up with me though?” he asked.

She looked up at him, and those deep
blue eyes. “No, I’m not saying that. But the life you’re looking
for, the rocker thing, I don’t want any part of. I just want a
normal life. Practice, house, kids, a dog named Tennessee. I don’t
want money, or fame. I don’t want to get involved in that again,”
she said softly.

“
Again?” he asked, ducking
down for her to explain. But she just shook her head. “And South?
You think South doesn’t want to be a rock star? That he doesn’t
love the rock scene or the groupies that go with it?” he asked her,
baffled.

She sighed, taking a step back from
him, and placed her hands on her hips, looking at the floor. “This
has nothing to do with South. Win, a guy like you…you’re my
kryptonite. You’ll make me lose focus on my goals, and I don’t want
that to happen. I can’t afford to have that happen to me
again.”

He reached out, taking a strand of her
hair that was lying on her shoulder. “We have something when we’re
together, I know you feel that spark between us. Why not see where
it takes us?” he told her, pulling her to him.

“
I can’t see starting
something that will end badly for me. I’ve had a lot of ‘badly’ in
the last couple years, Win. I want to be a doctor. That’s what I
want, that’s all I have time for right now,” she explained quietly.
She took his hands off her hips, slipping by his tall lean frame
and out of the bathroom.

South was sitting on the couch, still
looking pretty pissed, but Addison knew what she wanted in life.
She’d already let one man talk her out of her dreams; she couldn’t
afford to let that happen again.

“
Thanks for taking me home
last night. Sorry for all the confusion this morning.” She smiled,
then made her way out the door.

***

Could two weeks suck so badly? Why,
yes, yes they could. Addison had worked a twenty-four-hour shift,
taking small catnaps on the cots in the break room. It was three in
the morning when she pulled into her parking spot.

She swore that she never wanted to see
another pair of scrubs again! And was so thankful that Frank gave
her tomorrow off. Maybe she’d finally be able to go see the guys
play tomorrow night.

Walking up the flight of stairs when
she was this damn tired was just wrong on so many levels, but she
stopped when she heard a soft moan coming from the landing in front
of her. It was like doctor instinct kicked in, to go check and see
if someone was hurt.

She made her tired body run to the
sound, thinking in her head that someone could be on the ground
having a heart attack or a drug overdose… But instead of finding
someone hurt like she so stupidly thought, she found Win hot and
heavy in the staircase with some girl, his hand up her skirt, doing
his thing to her.